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May the first stirrings of spring be felt joyfully within you. Here’s my musings from last year:
As much as I would like to say something meaningful about the U.K., my home, leaving the European Union today, I’m finding it hard to find the words. I feel a bit numb; like it’s a bad dream I might wake up from. But then, I’m hyper aware of how melodramatic that sounds, especially to those who either supported the Leave campaign or who don’t care much either way.
I firmly believe this is the wrong decision. I believe that we are stronger together. I believe that as an island country with no empire (despite what some seem to believe) and few meaningful trade agreements as yet, we will struggle. There’s this pervasive attitude of “Well, we’ll struggle through together! Like in the war!” But… we shouldn’t have to. We shouldn’t have to.
Having said that, little I or anyone else can say will change what’s going to happen today. We are leaving the EU. Bloody hell, I’ve got a tear in my eye as I write this. We are leaving the EU and now all we can do is this: unify. We must, we have to forget the things that divide us and work together to make sure no one suffers because of the changes that are coming. We need to become a nation of kindness, of compassion, of celebrated diversity and acceptance for all. We need to be firm and fight when required, whether via letters to MPs, protests, or at the voting booth. We need to keep our voices, all our voices, loud and steady, as steady as they can be, to ensure fairness for everyone. Opportunities for everyone.
We are leaving. Nothing can change that now. Britain looks into eternity alone, with uncertainty, with at least eleven months of trials and trade agreement troubles and trepidation. Let’s make it as easy as we can by being the best we can for each other. The best we can be.

I realised I was air today
After years of toying with fire
Getting fingers burned yet
Revelling in the pain
Believing I may be a green witch
A child of the earth
Because I could grow things
Back from almost nothing
Nurturing and coaxing straggling shoots
Back to life.
Then when the house nearly flooded
Over and over
I thought water was mad at me
For not taking notice
For not paying it enough attention
Or respect.
But I realised I was air today.
Standing in the kitchen
The door slightly open
So the cats could run in and out
As they pleased
The wind blew hard and sudden
Trees whipping wildly
And the grass transformed to waves
I felt it
Right down my spine
The thrill of the wind
And I remembered
Laughing on the edge of a cliff
Stormy nights and days made dark to match
Clouds scudding across the moon
Battering door frames and windows
And the slow, elegant breaths of meditation.
Suddenly the rain started
The green garden glinted gloriously
Like a great flat emerald
And the central heating roaring behind me
The fire in my heart and hearth
Of this modern age
And I became confused
With the heat, the soil, the dripping sky
But then the wind howled, triumphant
Clearing the cobwebs away
You are air, they say
Realise, you are air.

May you have a wonderful Yuletide or Christmas, however you may be celebrating or spending your time these next few days. Here’s my musings on the magic of the Christmas Tree over at Pagan Pages:
https://paganpages.org/emagazine/2019/12/01/notes-from-the-apothecary-56/
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